Sorry for the delay in continuing my musings about my trip to Lancaster. Since I’m headed back out there next weekend, I figured I better continue my stories!
I just finished a book by Wanda Brunsetter, On Her Own, which was about the widow of an Amish man who owned a harness shop. Having just left Lancaster when we actually conducted some business at a harness shop, I certainly could picture the story in my mind with great visual detail. The little boy in the story, Aaron, was missing his father and rejected a new suitor that was courting his mother. Ironically, while we were at the harness shop, there was a lovely little boy who was following his father around the shop, helping him with creating the leather harness extension that my husband needed made for his own horse.
While we were there, the little boy was extremely curious about us. He peeked at us from behind the different racks of bridles and harnesses. When his father went into the back of the shop to work on our order, the little boy would smile at me and blush when I talked to him.
I watched that little boy as he played among his father’s merchandise and couldn’t help but wonder about his own future. Would he explore the non-Amish world during his rumspringa? Would he be enticed to drive cars or own a cell phone?
While we waited, another Amish youth came into the harness shop. He waited patiently for almost 30 minutes before the owner noticed him. But, rather than interrupt the owner working on our order, the Amish youth waved his hand and said, “I can wait. Finish up with them.” I couldn’t believe my ears. At the stores in my hometown, people would have interrupted the owner, demanding answers to their questions. Our impatience with any delay to instant gratification would certainly have gotten in the way of just enjoying the moment and relaxing.
It made me wonder about what the Amish think about us. Are they as curious about us as we are about them? What do they think about our cars and clothing? Our language and expressions? When I look around at our world, I imagine that they are not as impressed with us as we are with them. Perhaps there is a great lesson to be learned from standing around a harness shop and letting our own imaginations rest while we enjoy the moment and relax a bit more.